Chapter 1376: "Mark Me!" (r-18)

He would leave her almost empty, the shining length of him hanging between her thighs while her pussy winked and dripped around nothing but his crown, and she would clamp when he tried to leave her, her heels pulling at his ass and her inner walls locking as if she could keep him by force.

She did not want the withdrawal... she wanted him inside, and she wasn’t remotely subtle about it. He gave her the burial she asked for with her pussy instead of her mouth, and Goddess Fall Touch ran from his hands into her waist while her teardrop breasts lifted and fell with each meeting.

He kept to that pace because it was sneaked sex, not a bedroom, and because a goddess undone on a table still wanted to look as though she might survive being heard.

At least for now he’ll do slow!

"Haah..."

Her pussy gripped his cock on every withdrawal; her inner lips dragged out around his thick shaft, and her nectar dripped onto the wood. He kissed her throat, then her mouth, then the high pale swell of her breast, and fucked her through the next wave until her thighs shook around his waist and her black eyes went wet and bright.

"Phei— don’t—"

He changed her without leaving the table.

One hand slid under her ass and lifted her, and he hooked her knees over his elbows so her hips tilted up off the wood. The new fold made his next burial drag his crown along her front wall instead of straight down, and the Goddess gasped into his mouth as the angle found the place that made her stomach jump.

He used it and stayed in it: short, deep punches that kept her stuffed, his crown kissed her inner spot again and again, then a long withdrawal that showed every wet inch of him, her inner lips pulled out around his shaft, glossy and reluctant, before he filled her to the root again. Her voice broke mid-word.

Her other hand fisted in his hair. Her nipples dragged wet across his chest when he leaned in to kiss her through the new angle, and her pussy fluttered, then locked, then fluttered again as frost chased fire through the cock she refused to release.

"Phei— I— ah—"

Her lean body folded into the second geometry and stayed there while Phei taught her the new path of himself, his fat crown riding her front wall on every burial so her stomach jumped in a different place than before, her teardrop breasts crushed upward by the tilt, her nipples dragging wet lines across his chest whenever he leaned in.

He kept her knees hooked and worked the angle until the table creaked under the short punches, each one stuffing her so full that not a single inch of him showed, then drew back in one long, lingering slide and made her watch his whole wet cock leave her—

—her inner lips clung, turned inside-out around his veins, and a thick string of her stretched from her pale entrance to his shining crown before it snapped against her ass.

She clamped on the empty. He fed her again, and his crown found the same inner spot and stayed there, grinding, while Goddess Fall Touch ran from his mouth into hers.

Stretched open around all of him like that, she looked less like a woman than an altar he had been born to kneel at, and the Young Dragon had never once been so glad to worship.

He kept her knees on his elbows and taught her the angle until she was loud again, the hall could be damned.

He would then grind at the deepest point until her clit was crushed against him, then pull out far enough that she could see the wet length of him leave her, then feed it back so his crown rode her front wall all the way in.

Each return made her stomach jump... each withdrawal made her pussy clamp his dick.

A string of her juice followed his crown out of her and snapped against her ass. The table creaked. Her dark hair slid off the wood. Her black eyes stayed on him even when her mouth fell open and stayed that way.

The Ashford Madam came again right there on the table with her hand in his hair and his cock buried to the root inside her, not an inch of him left between them, and her pussy milked all of him in hard, fluttering pulses while laughter kept drifting down the hall, none the wiser.

"Ahh—little dragon—"

He held her through every second of it, his mouth on hers, fire and frost still trading places inside her, and stayed right where he was — her dress and panties on the floor, her legs around him, her dripping, opened pussy stretched around every inch of a cock no other woman could finish taking — while the resting room filled with the wet, sinful sound of her undoing, where anyone at all might walk in.

Let them, honestly.

"Give it to me," she breathed. "Phei— inside."

She said the word like a spell against his teeth, and her pussy locked to prove it, her walls fluttered, then sealed around his root while he was still folded into the elbow-hold.

Phei kissed the word back into her mouth and gave her the inside she asked for; fire bloomed down his seated length, and frost chased it until her toes curled hard enough to tremble against his arms.

He did not change positions. He changed only the work inside the same tilt: a circling grind that kept his crown kissing her front wall, a slow withdrawal that left eight wet inches shining and her inner lips dragged out and glossy, then the long feed that made her stomach jump and her voice break.

He folded over her for the last variation and laid her back flat to the table, her teardrop breasts crushed to his chest and her nipples dragging wet across his skin, while he stopped the hard meeting and ground instead.

Buried to the hilt, he circled his hips so his thick crown rubbed her from the inside while his pelvis worked her clit, and Goddess Fall Touch ran from his mouth into her throat as he kissed her through it.

The table complained under the slower claim. Her stomach jumped. Her hand slipped again, found his hair, and held. She was quieter now, not because of the hall, but because the grind left her no air for noise.

He kissed the wet at the corner of her eye while he was still buried. He looked down between them at the place where her pussy sealed around his base, and went quiet instead of filthy.

"Mmh..."

"Ahh... Phei..."

Phei stayed folded over the Ashford Madam and made the grind a long ceremony of its own, his thick crown turning inside her deepest place while her lean stomach jumped against his and her teardrop nipples dragged wet and tight across his chest with every small circle.

He did not slam. He claimed. Frost chased fire through the cock she held to the root, and Goddess Fall Touch poured from his mouth down her throat until her black eyes went wet and burning.

When he eased back a breath, her pussy locked so hard it hurt them both, her inner walls refusing the loss, and that was the secret again, spoken by her body before her mouth. He fed the inch back, crushed her breasts to him, and kissed the corner of her eye.

Phei didn’t chase his own finish, not yet—

He stayed buried to the root and kissed the shake out of her mouth, one hand in her hair and the other still on her ass, and looked down at the pale-then-flushed stretch of her small pussy sealed around his base, with nothing of him left outside her.

Her toes curled... her stomach jumped through the last of the pulses.

Her eyes opened on him, wrecked and still proud, and he told her once more that he had her, warm against her lips, while the hall kept laughing and the Goddess’s body kept clamping around him as though it already knew it would ask for far more than this room could ever give.

Then he returned to the long strokes, but only far enough to make her feel the loss: the whole wet length of him slid into view and her inner lips clung, turned inside-out around his shaft, before he fed every inch back into her dripping grip and crushed her breasts to his chest again.

She pulled him in with her heels.

She said "inside" like a spell against his mouth.

"Give me your Mark." Her voice shook. She asked for the Mark when he was deepest, her eyes were wet and burning, her pussy sealed around his base as if the bond she wanted was already happening in her body and she only needed it named.

"Mark me for eternity as yours."

He was buried to the root when she asked, all fifteen inches seated, her small pussy sealed and fluttering around his base while her nectar spilled warm over his balls.

Phei looked at their join first, then at her face, shameless and warm and possessive all at once, and kissed her through the words so the Mark she wanted would be felt in the same place her body had already begun to keep him.

He did not pull out to answer.

He ground his crown against her deepest wall and let Goddess Fall Touch run from his palms into her waist and from his mouth into hers.

"Be my wife, Goddess!"